Run along now; but return in half an hour. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow pearl. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. It's two hundred pounds. I can remove the prisoner at any hour of the night I think fit: and I will remove him. "Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause.
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